Four Criminals

"Do I look like anyone would git a kick from watchin' my ass on OnlyFans?" Nollaig asked honestly, giving himself an up and down before quirking a brow in Caleb's direction.

"Sure it doesn't, lad." He half joked, clapping the man on the back. "Gimme yer phone. I'm ganna put in one'a my numbers an' the address'o the place ye'll be workin' outta. 'At information stays in 'at office. Doesn't leave it. Got it?"

"Uh " Instead of replying, Caleb kept his opinion to himself. The question might have been rhetorical. Though he had seen his share of Only Fans and a lot of them did favor mountain men. "Never heard of a bear, I'm guessing?" Why couldn't he shut up?

Handing his phone over to the big guy, Valatore looked anxious. Unsure of what he was getting himself into, untrusting of this stranger, and still thinking about his own kneecaps being busted, everything was becoming a blur.

"Got it."

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"Can't do that," he teased, watching every movement Irene made. "That would be giving you what you want when you haven't earned anything. Keep talking and I'll have no other choice than to gag you." And he was ready to make good on that threat, if she didn't behave.

"Before we're done, you're going to be a lost, little, girl pleading for my cock, and then..." The belt whipped down to her ass, the smack filling the room. "...Your sir might bury himself deep inside of your tight, wet, cunt."

God, he wanted nothing more than that; to grab her hips and slide his cock in, pound her hard and fast. Stop, he thought. He'd give in thinking that way.

"Get off the bed. Kneel."

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"I would like nothing more." If they followed through with their petty words, a bottle of wine should have been delivered to the table right about now and there wasn't enough alcohol in the world. "Are you sure you want to be associated with a parvenu?" She returned, following the other toward the garbage cans and swears of the kitchen.

She had to admit, she hadn't expected the staff to be snorting lines outside, but other than a raised eyebrow she didn't seem particularly bothered by it. "I would have thought you'd be cooking in there. This is a restaurant after all."

"No, thank god." Sylwia looked out of place leaning against the wall, akin to a flower growing from the concrete. Personally, she found it more comedic than anything, chewed remains of a fried fish resting beside her. "I think if I were related to them, I'd just kill myself." She gestured the other to pass the blunt, considering her response as she took a drag. It was complicated. No, she didn't particularly enjoy their company, but she had chosen it.

"They think we're business associates."

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Not embarrassed in the least, David lifted the cellphone from his pocket, googled the word parvenu and replied, "Yeah, I don't really give a shit that you come from money as long as you're not a complete asshole like most of the jerk offs that come here." Not all rich people were dicks, only the majority.

"Frog's okay. Don't worry about him. He made your lasagna." It was nothing for David to catch the staff snorting cocaine outside in the break area. "These people work long hours for shit pay. They gotta keep going somehow." He didn't expect her to understand. "Guess your friends stick to private bathrooms for that kind of thing, huh? We can't do that here. Scares the straights."

Passing the blunt, he went silent for a beat as he took her in. "If you're not related then why would you hang with them?"

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"One?" he asked, tsking. "One. And?" Jesse could easily settle into the role of Dom. He loved every moment. "May I have another?" He reminded her. "You are a very defiant young lady, Irene."

Standing behind her, he was grinning from ear-to-ear, belt tightly in hand. Again he lowered his voice to barely above a whisper. "We're going to have to do something about your attitude, kitten." He placed a warm hand against her ass, softly rubbing the whelp made by his belt. "I'm sure together..." Dark eyes moved over her body. "...we'll get there."

The head of his cock was peeking above the elastic of his boxers. Soon he was going to have to soothe his desire to fuck her. "Are you ready to continue?"

"I 'eard whatcha said, lad. T'number ain't an object." Noll muttered beneath his breath, looking at the hand extended to him with a narrowed gaze, still calculating obviously.

"T' 'who' ain't summin' ye need't conern yerself wit jus' yet. Ye deal wit' me fer now." He assured, taking one last drag from his smoke before dropping it to the ground and crushing it with his heel.

He exhaled the smoke through his nostrils, looking Caleb in the face, "Keep t'books straight an' ye'll pay back yer debt an' make plenty more on top'a it." He began, "Try anythin' crooked an' I'll personally gut ye like a fish. 'At's a promise, not a threat."

Nollaig finally extended his own hand, "We got a deal?"

His eyes narrowed into slits as he tried to make sense of what this lumberjack was trying to tell him. "Is this a sex thing? I know you said it was numbers and business, but this is starting to sound like a sex thing." Caleb had never done a sex thing for money. "If it's like Only Fans I'm not down, dude. I'd never be able to get my old job back." Which he never was anyway.

That sounded like a threat; maybe. "Gut ye like a what? Me?" His head shook. "Nothing crooked. Of course not." Wild he caught that part loud and clear. Valatore had fucked over every boss he ever had. "Just because I have a problem with gambling, that doesn't mean I'm crooked." Yes, it did.

"Deal," he agreed, smirking. "When do we get to work?"

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" As they should . " Roman was building something special after all and this sort of influence played a big part in it . Grip's released once he starts talking , nod of approval given . " Good man . " Said in regards of shared information . " But I have more . " More power , more money , more ' friends ' . A slap's given to cheek regardless before straightening up . " Get up . Do you have an idea of how many so I can make some calls ? "

Caleb rubbed his own chest as he caught his breath. For a complete dumb ass, he was wise enough to guess that he'd still most likely end up dead. Both of his eyebrows rose, he didn't doubt the boss had more of everything. More insecurity, more problems, more ass kissers, he added in thought. Good for you, girl friend. He blinked at the playful slap. This guy was fucking terrifying. "There were around ten when I left," he responded swiftly. "You know where it is. Tell your friends I said hello." He spun, ready to run like hell, but he knew he wasn't going to be so lucky.

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"Ookay then," Murmured more to herself than the other as he completely ignored her extended hand. What a jerk! Thought as the pink manicured hand returned to her side before she's moving to hands and knees. Beginning to help collect their smattering of documents. Head tipping to look up at him with the question, Shoot! "I'm not because that would be weird and crazy and also not possible." Awkward laughter fell, "Once again new at the work thing." Nods as if to punctuate her point, "You still haven't told me your name," Blonde comments as blues dart down towards papers as she once again busies herself with them.

Caleb was easily confused by most people. He looked his usual while wearing the expression. Because of his intelligence level it was easy for the man to let hard to understand information go. "Not possible," he agreed, adding a quick nod. "This must be your first day." Considering that, he dropped the attitude. "Can't be too mad at you then. I guess." Shifting the papers, he looked over them as he introduced himself. "Valatore, Caleb. I work on the second floor." The second floor was important to note. Caleb felt smart working there. "Has anyone showed you around?"

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"Oh everyone can be threatening and threaten people if they're in the right predicament." Even if he was a preacher, like he was dressed at, she knew people could be dangerous and looks to be deceiving. "And I can't really be of much help, being human and all that." Izzy said with narrowed eyes and then looked down as she heard the noise of more people approaching.

"According to legends, yes. According to the Hale family who has lived her for centuries, yes. Do I believe it, nope. Why should I?" She asked, it was more of a rhetorical question than anything. And she was still lying, not wanting the preacher to know the truth about her. Even if she had told him a truth about the town and the reason there were so many supernatural creatures there.

"Obviously. Oh I don't live anywhere near here, so going inside wouldn't help me much. I may be human, but I can fight." It was only partially a lie. She had trained, alongside her twin brother, on how to utilise her werewolf abilities, without actually shifting. And she'd been taught how to fight in general. Something she had done for years, though it had usually been in defence of her own father, and to help her twin brother. And it was why she had the scars she had, hidden under her choice of clothes. Always hiding the scars with clothes. Something she actually had in common with her twin brother.

"Most legends hold some truth to them, don't you think?" This had been the preacher's experience. "Even Santa Claus was based on a true story." But that conversation was going to have to wait. Jesse had met plenty of non-believers and proved them wrong. However, it was going to be difficult to run his mouth while fighting.

Teeth gritting together, he looked her over. She wanted to fight. "You sure about that?" Not sensing any fear radiating from her, Custer hoped she had some training around the same time the first vampire coming into view.

Tall and lanky, blood dripped from its fangs as the unsettling grin widened. "Simon," Jesse greeted him. "If you could just calm down for one second I " A boot thrown into Jesse's stomach interrupted him. He groaned from the sudden hit. "Guess not."

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There are strawberry brownies and boobs on my dash. I follow the right people.

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"And you really trust them? Bad idea." Izzy said matter of factly, still staring at him, all while trying to break free of the cuffs. The metal kept creaking as her strength started to rebuild as her body worked the wolfsbane out of her system. She knew, and felt her wrist being bruised from her tugging on the cuffs, knowing they were digging into the skin of her wrists, even starting to cut the skin, causing blood to drip. "Oh trust me, they don't want to just do tests on me. I'm a werewolf for crying out loud. My bite can be venomous for them." She finally admitted to him what she actually was, because she knew it was usually the reason for anyone wanting to capture her.

"Probably an antidote for werewolf venom. Or my death. Or most likely both. But that's not going to stop me from hurting you once I get free of these."

"'Course I don't trust them. But what the hell else was I supposed to do to save my own ass? And no, I don't believe for a second they'll let either one of us walk out of here. Best case scenario we'll both be carried out with the trash."

Pacing the floor, he was listening while struggling to come up with an escape plan. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. You're gonna kick my ass. Kill me. I get it." He waved a hand carelessly. "We can discuss all of that once we figure a way out." Custer was always meeting strangers that wanted to end him. This wasn't intimidating.

"There's four of 'em I counted. Probably more comin'." Hands resting on his hips, Jesse turned back to her. "Two are on their way in here. One's the muscle, the other some kind of scientist type, but a vampire none the less."

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Naturally she had to stifle herself from laughing a bit. Irene could openly admit she was not the most well behaved submissive on the planet, mostly because she was far too used to holding the reigns. But she would try for Jesse at the very least.

The jingling of his belt coming undone sent a notable chill up her spine, her toes curling against the floor in anticipation. Beer can, he was such a smart ass, but it was noted regardless.

What she hadn't been expecting was the sincere compliment coming from him; something which brought a flush to her cheeks out of how off guard it had caught her. Still, she smiled, lowering her chest to the bed and folding her arms to lay her chin on them, perking her backside further into the air. "Of course, Sir."

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"That's better." He sounded proud of himself. Jesse spoke gently, yet hard. "Your behavior has been unacceptable. Bad girls get punished." The corner of his mouth rose. "Good girls are rewarded. Take your punishment like a good girl and I may reward you by letting you come."

Bending closer, his mouth hovered above Irene's ear as he whispered. "Do you understand?" His grip tightened on the belt. "I'm going to spank you now, and you'll count out loud every strike, begging your sir for another." Without asking, he patiently waited for her to once again say she understood.

"Keep your ass in the air," his voice became louder. The belt whipped in the air, the leather making a loud smack when it met with her flesh. Jesse's head tilted, eyes on her rear end as the marks began to redden. With his free hand he unbuttoned his slacks and slowly pulled the zipper down, cock stiff against the cloth of his boxers.